What do you mean by saying that the corpses I sew are all ominous creatures?

With my hands in my pockets, I slowly said, "It's obvious that this is a trap set specifically for us."

This old man is an ordinary person. The words he just said were most likely taught to him word by word by someone.

Even the time it took us to cross that intersection was part of their calculations.

"Damn it, I knew it!"

Jin Wanliang bit his cigarette holder in annoyance.

"These bastards are treating us like fools."

Four miles to the north, it's clearly a trap.

"Brother, what do we do now? Should we just arrest that old man and interrogate him to find out who's behind it all?"

I shook my head, rejecting the suggestion: "It's useless."

This old man was just bait, paid to do something; he didn't even know who had hired him.

Arresting him would only alert the enemy.

I stopped and looked up at the endless black mountain shadows hidden in the night to the north of the town.

"Old Jin, since they've already set up the stage and written the script."

Wouldn't it be incredibly disrespectful if we didn't go and show our support?

I turned my head and looked at Jin Wanliang.

"Let's go, let's follow the route he gave us and go to the north side of the town."

Let's see just how much trouble these unorthodox methods in southern Xinjiang can cause.

I did not choose to leave Jin Wanliang alone in Luohua Town.

The fact that the old man was able to appear so promptly suggests that there are probably quite a few of their spies throughout the town.

When the enemy is in the dark and we are in the light, leaving an ordinary person with no ability to protect themselves alone in such a chaotic place is tantamount to handing him over to the enemy as a bargaining chip.

With him by my side, at least I can be more at ease about his safety.

If anything unexpected happens, I will always be able to protect him in time.

By this time, night had completely fallen.

Once the mountains of southern Xinjiang are shrouded in night, they resemble a giant beast lurking in the darkness, ready to devour anyone it deems worthy of its prey.

I looked at Jin Wanliang, who was standing to the side, silent but with a noticeably tense expression, and reached into the inside pocket of my coat to pull out a piece of yellow paper folded into a triangle.

"Old Jin, take this and keep it close to your body."

I handed over the yellow paper.

Jin Wanliang took it, glanced at it in the dim light of the distance, and recognized it as a talisman: "Brother Chen, this is..."

"This is the Six Ding Six Jia amulet that Li Qing drew for me that day."

I put my hands in my pockets and walked towards the north of town, explaining calmly.

"On this trip to the north, I have no idea what the other side is really like."

Keep this talisman close to your body, in case a fight breaks out and I can't take care of you for a moment.

This thing can save your life.

Jin Wanliang listened without saying a word.

He solemnly stuffed the Six Ding Six Jia talisman into his shirt pocket, and even patted it twice, as if it were his second life.

"Got it, bro."

Don't worry, I'm no newbie. I definitely won't hold you back later.

Jin Wanliang, with the cigarette still unlit in his mouth, kept up with me.

We didn't drive; the sound of an off-road vehicle's engine would give away our location too easily in the quiet night.

Traveling on foot would actually help us better conceal our presence.

After passing through the north gate of Luohua Town, the road underfoot changed from asphalt to a bumpy dirt road, with dense bushes and tall trees on both sides.

The humidity in the air was incredibly high; even the air we breathed in had a strong smell of decaying leaves.

I slowed my pace, closed my eyes, and let the cool sensation between my brows emanate silently.

In the cool breeze, the dark mountain road is not monotonous.

As the dirt road stretched forward, wisps of grayish-white air occasionally appeared in the air.

These air currents are so subtle that I would not have been able to detect them at all if my perception had not been far beyond that of ordinary people.

These wisps of lingering yin energy are intermittently guiding our way ahead.

Looking back now, whether it's the remnants of the array on the bluestone slab at the town's crossroads, or the perfectly timed lingering yin energy on this mountain path...

These are clearly "road signs" left intentionally by the other party.

They were even afraid we'd come to the wrong place, so they led us like breadcrumbs scattered on the ground, guiding us all the way to the stage they had prepared.

But none of that matters anymore.

From the moment I decided to follow the direction the old man at the funeral parlor pointed out, I was already prepared to attend this trap.

They wanted to lure me into a trap, and I wanted to take this opportunity to uproot this guy who liked to hide behind the scenes.

We walked for about four miles along that abandoned dirt road, wading through the deep and shallow mud.

The surrounding trees gradually thinned out, and a relatively open flat area appeared in front.

By the dim moonlight, it was barely possible to make out that this place appeared to be a logging camp that had been abandoned for some years.

At the edge of the site were several huge piles of logs that had long since rotted and turned black, and in the middle were several wooden houses with roofs that had collapsed halfway.

Several large cutting machines covered in rust lay silently in the weeds, like a pile of steel skeletons.

The entire logging camp was filled with a deathly stillness and chill that was even more intense than outside.

This is the final destination that the lingering yin energy points to.

Just as Jin Wanliang and I stepped onto the edge of this logging camp, before we even had a chance to get our feet on the ground...

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Several unusually sharp whistling sounds came out without warning from the roof of the abandoned wooden house in front and from behind the logs on both sides.

Its speed was so great that it even created a piercing whistling sound in the air.

At the same time, a chilling rustling sound suddenly came from the soil beneath our feet and from the surrounding weeds.

The sound was so dense it was like a torrential downpour.

In the dim light, I could see countless tiny black dots, like a tide, surging towards our feet from all directions.

It is a large number of manipulated Gu worms.

Behind those Gu worms, a dozen or so figures dressed in old-fashioned black cloth shirts slowly emerged from the dark corners like ghosts.

They carried gleaming short swords or Miao swords, completely blocking all our escape routes.

Hidden arrows, a sea of ​​poisons, and a formation of blades.

This group didn't even bother with a single pointless opening line; they went straight for the decisive, deadly attack.

But all of this was exactly what I expected.

Faced with several arrows shot at me from the shadows, I didn't even blink twice.

From my sleeve, the willow-leaf dagger instantly came out of its sheath. I gripped the dagger with one hand and swung it several times in response to the trajectory of the incoming arrow.

"Ding! Ding! Ding!"

Several crisp metallic clanging sounds suddenly rang out in the darkness.